Stories help up dwell in places

The first thing that comes into my head when I think about home is a poem I wrote when I was in 7th grade. I read this poem to the class earlier this year and it really helps me appreciate my 'home' and where I belong. One of my favorite stanzas in the poem,
"Where am I from? 
Am I from the deep-dish pizzas my father cooks to perfection?
Or am I from the lasagnas my mother makes from scratch?
Am I from Signe and Albert and their voyage to Sweden?
Jag er fran they would probably say.
Am I from the many scrapbooks we have that show us every year we were here?
Or the memories hanging on the wall?"
This  poem that I wrote helps me appreciate where I live and where I am from. It helps me dwell in the place and glorify it. I am home when I use all these things to describe me.
Another one of my favorite stanzas is the last one,
"I am from home.
Home is Minnesota.
Home is where I am happy.
Homr is when I hear stories of my ancestors.
Home is with my friends at school.
Home is everywhere.
Home is anywhere.
I am home."
When I wrote this poem, I was really trying to capture light of when I feel most comfortable and when I feel at 'home'. I realized that when I am doing anything that makes me happy or reflecting on anything that has made me who I am today, I am home.
This poem that I have written helps me dwell in the place that I call my home and appreciate my heritage and that I have lived with everything in the past to make me who I am.